Blade X

Chapter 8 part 2

*Meanwhile*

“They are coming!” as a watchmen alerted the garrison of the Royal Protestant Knighthood. Abraham Hellsing sighed as he got up and went to his position. “Where?” was his question. The watchmen answered, “Thirty miles and closing fast sir! God no, the werewolves are right behind them.” Abraham knew it wouldn’t go all his way. He had hoped for the vampires to wipe out the Lycans but he composed himself and barked, “Archers ready your weapons! And crossbows take your positions. Fire on my mark.” Constant shuffling of feet was heard as each man readied his weapon. Each battalion leader and Abraham himself uttered the same prayer, “In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.”

The sounds of the werewolves were getting closer which meant the vampire were so much closer to them. “Steady now, do not fire unless I say so,” Abraham ordered. He looked on and this was it, his last gambit. Win or lose, he could only say that he had given it his all. “Steady, steady,” The sounds grew closer all the time till, “Fire at will!” A rain of silver and blessed arrows flew.

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Dracula and his wife were merely playing with the beasts that were chasing them. He had let them catch up just so he could be able to have some fun. His ears had picked up the voice of a certain of Hellsing clan member. “Do you hear that Victoria? That is the sound of fools who think they can beat us.” His wife had merely smiled and was ready to follow her Lord anywhere. The werewolf horde was an indeed a fearsome sight but they would be no match if the vampires had decided to meet them head on. They had run through the streets into a clearing in sight.

Both of them knew was to come but they were ready and had increased their speed at the last second before the rain of arrows could touch them. The arrows had wounded and kill many of the werewolves but chaos ensued as the vampires had reached shelter and hid in the dark. Men and beasts clashed and they could hear Hellsing’s voice shouting orders, “Kill them! There is nothing to fear from them.”
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Abraham had never imagined it but the horde of werewolves still managed to slaughter a quarter of his original garrison. He himself had his rapid-fire crossbow taking down every Lycan he saw. ‘Damn them, they were expecting a trap. It turned out to be a question of who could react faster.’ Three more silver arrows flew into a head of werewolf, saving one of his men. The battle raged on as the arrows fly fast. Cries of men being killed rang through the area.

In the church itself an hundred more men under the command of Moses Hellsing calmed his men. He knew damn well that his father had placed him with the crucial job stopping the vampires if they got through. The most powerful woman was in council with the bishops and archbishops. They were the last line of defense. An eerie sound soon filled the church hall, “Keep your wits about now, the vampires are here. Watch the shadows.” Moses himself was weary of the dangers fighting the vampires in the dark places. Suddenly a muffled cry was heard as everyone look in that direction and fired once. They had hit nothing but the wall.

Something was wrong; they couldn’t hear the battle outside anymore. It became deadly silence. Moses breathed deeply and listened intently. They were playing with them. They were going to have their fun before killing them. Suddenly a body fell from the ceiling, hitting the floor and splattering it with blood. The vampires were going to take their time. They knew it; they were going to end up like the poor man. Dying with a look of fear, glimpsing at the dark abyss. Moses suddenly fired one arrow into ceiling corner nearest to him and it stuck. ‘It stuck?’ The realization hit him immediately and he let rip a hail of the silver blessed arrows into that corner. His men followed suit, firing till every inch was covered.

A figure fell from the ceiling as Moses approached it cautiously. His heart was racing, he couldn’t tell if there was more than one but his question was answered by a Transylvanian voice. “Get away from her, you mortal trash.” They recoiled and held their weapons ready looking around them. Dracula had felt something he didn’t think possible. He had lost his love one and he felt his rage rising, the need to avenge her death. Her body violated by the arrows, he could see her face ridden with sadness. She had followed him without question and only with love. Slowly her body turned to dust and ashes.

Suddenly a several black spikes shot from the shadows impaling his enemies. They disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. They started to panic and looked to their leader for orders. “Keep your cool, keep your distance from the shadows.” They moved cautiously and quickly into the light, always keeping their eyes open. They had to stay alive for the hope that Abraham Hellsing’s battalion would come into help them.

*Outside in the courtyard*

The battalions were putting down the last of the werewolves. The battle had been bloody and hard. He didn’t think the werewolves were this tough. They had evolved, like animals and humans. Evolved to become stronger, faster, and smarter. This was part of the process to weed out the weak. Suddenly shouting could be heard from the far side as Abraham saw a few of the werewolves had survived and started to wreck chaos. Something was different with this werewolf, it could think otherwise it would have been dead already.

He couldn’t see the beasts and there was silence again. ‘Damn it, it’s using the arches as cover.’ “Keep your eyes opens above you! Shoot the beast down without hesitation!” His body ached and his shoulders were killing him as he rushed down and readied his crossbow once more. These particularly werewolves was giving him unnecessary trouble but evolution was a double edge sword.
Man had created weapons unparalleled to anything they had seen before but like a disease, they creatures would evolve to encounter it and survive. Suddenly a scream was heard as three werewolves were running along the walls and ceilings. One of them had jumped from the ceiling onto a warrior who was struck with fear and could not move. “Fire! Kill them all! Do not hesitate damn you!” The archers started firing caught one of the werewolves who stumble and was caught in a hail of arrows. Its growling had faded away, looking as it’s life left him. The other werewolves had jumped into an empty house and regained their composure. “Rave we cannot hope to do anything here. We must retreat and regain our numbers. We will return to have their heads.” Spoke Gantz. Under the light of the moon, both lycans were bloodied. “Damn it Luscious, any man can make a mistake. Yes Gantz. We must make for the ship and return to the mainland. We must seek out our brothers. We must race back.” Gantz, “Then we will run like the wind.” Both werewolves readied themselves and in an instant disappeared running towards the ship.

Both had stopped suddenly and stumbled, staring at scene before them. “My god, we were lambs to slaughter. Come Gantz, we must hurry back.” Both werewolves then noticed a single figure standing with his back looking at the moon. He turned and bore his eyes at both of them as he drew his swords. “Death be upon you.” Both werewolves growled and charged at the vampire as he responded in kind.

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Meanwhile the soldiers of Hellsing had searched but had not found the werewolves. “Sir, they’ve gone. Disappeared, our tracker has concluded that they have headed back into the docks.” Abraham weigh up his options decided, “Have twenty of the archers escort the tracker. Have the tracker trace their steps. I will not have werewolves running amok in this city or country.” The soldier nodded and left. “The rest of you regroup and steel yourselves. We are about to face our most dangerous opponent yet.” His soldiers were good men, brave but foolish at that. He smiled at that fact and prepared to lead his men. They approached the door but something was wrong. The door was black and seemingly alive, Abraham had not noticed this till the last moment and he jumped back but his some of men weren’t so fortunate or as quick. Black spikes as long as lances had shot out, impaling the soldiers and seemed to have their blood drained out.

“Shit, they’ve got in already,” thought Abraham. Soon the black substance consumed the unfortunate soldiers. He had no idea what to do now but he had to do something or his son would die. “May God forgive me for what I’m about to do. Come, we’ll go through the windows. That seems to be the only way in.” He and his men started to scale the walls and readied themselves.

The moon was blocked out by the clouds and the church had no light except for the candles. The breathing had quickened, as Moses and his men knew they had to keep themselves alive no matter what. He was thinking about his wife and sons, Arthur and David. How his sons would grown into fine leaders for the Hellsing clan. He had done well for a man of thirty-two. He smiled as he gripped his crossbow and readied for the final assault.

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Blade X

Chapter Nine

“This is it,” Moses thought, “No way back, no way forward.” Dracula could hear their hearts beating like war drums; from the darkness he placed his hand over his victim and pulled him back. He sunk his fangs into the young man’s neck, tasting his virgin, “so sweet, and so delicious,” he thought. He had not tasted such blood for more than a decade and the very taste was intoxicating. Finally he drained his victim of every single drop he had and formed out of the darkness his sword. A simple six-foot long sword with a hilt and designs that looked like they were created from the artists of hell.
He walked silently towards the group; he had been years since he used his sword in combat. But now with the blood of the virgin running through him, he feel so alive; he believed himself to be still among the living. But he knew that he was a God among men. He swung his sword, beheading the first soldier and suddenly the cathedral windows shattered as the newcomers slide down while their leader shouted, “For God, Queen and country!” Dracula quickly moved among his original targets and quickly killing each them before they realized what had hit them. Then he grabbed Moses’ arms from behind and raises them forcing the shoulder joints to crack.

Abraham watched his son in pain as his men moved to surround Dracula and ready their crossbows. He looked at Dracula who was watching him with his sword at Moses’ neck. “It seems that we are at a impasse. Or rather you are at an impasse.” Said Dracula. “Let my son go,” responded Abraham. Dracula laughed, “Watch your son die as I watched my love die.” He slit Moses’ neck and moved with the speed of lighting cutting four of Abraham’s men. Then quickly he ran to a passage and burst out the wooden door. There he saw his prize, everything he sought to control the world with. But then he suddenly felt a burning sensation; he realized something was not right. He staggered forward but felt an invisible wall blocking his way.

A woman looked at the newcomer and said, “Do you not know your manners?” She wore silver and gold dress with her brown hair tied in tight bun. Her gaze was ice cold and she guarded her emotions well. Dracula grinned while he still had searing pain through his hands and body, “what a fine lady you are. Such a cold introduction, you would be a worthy vampire.” Another man stood up beside her.

“That will not happen, Count Dracula.” Said the man. Then the sound of footsteps was getting closer and Abraham walked in with a solemn face. Dracula took arrows in the legs from Abraham’s crossbow as he crashed through a window on his right into a cemetery. He chuckled at the irony as he tried to get as far away as he could beat the blessed silver arrows were crippling him. He turned over on his back and saw the moon high above him. Abraham came into view with his a wooden stake in hand.

“She will never be yours, Count Dracula. A fate worst than death awaits you. You will be subdued and serve under the woman you desire so much. She will never be yours.” With that Abraham drove the wooden stake into Dracula’s chest as his pain became intense that he wanted to die but he knew he wouldn’t die from such a savage method of killing. The young man from earlier came towards Abraham, “Shall I proceed to commence the sealing, Sir Hellsing?” Abraham looked at the Count who was in pain but still managed to maintain eye contact with him. He said, “Proceed, Cromwell,” and gesture for the rest of the clergy to come forward.

Cromwell began chanting words from the bible and throughout the evening Dracula had threatened to break out of his sealing but never succeeded. He transformed into many states but always returning to his normal form. Then the chanting ended with, “My name is the bird Hermes, Eating my wings makes me tame.” Dracula was on his hands and knees breathing heavily knowing one singular thing had change. Abraham stepped forward, “Stand up, Count.” At first Dracula had refused but the pain was too much as he remain where he was and he obeyed. “Good, now your name should be nothing more than myth. From now on, you will be Alucard. You will be bane of your own kind. Understood?”

Dracula gritted his teeth and tried to remain silent but pain seared through his body again. He grunted and hissed, “Yes.” Abraham looked at him, “Yes what Alucard?” Dracula looked at him and understood what had happened. “Yes, my master.” Abraham smiled slightly and gestured for Dracula, no Alucard, to follow him back to the Hellsing mansion where for a hundred years worth of labor would be poured into Alucard.

*Meanwhile*

Templest was dragging a half dead werewolf back to the ship with numerous cuts all over his body. He had battled the two werewolves to what seemed to be endless. There was something wrong his wounds weren’t healing. He collapsed to his knees and let go the werewolf, “The filth had silver claws and fangs, blessed as well.” His strength had been sapped the moment the battle had started. He could no longer feel his body up anymore. Everything felt heavy on him, his clothes, weapons, and his heart. “Yes, my heart feels heavy tonight,” he whispered. Tears started flowing from his eyes, everything he knew and had was gone.

Then sounds of hurried footsteps surround him and knew it. This was the end; he had no strength left to fight. Templest lifted his eyes to a man stood in front of him, ‘a knight from the accursed Protestant Knighthood’ he thought to himself. He would not let the enemy see him weak, he would defy them to the end. “What do you want?” finally the question came. The man was wearing a black tunic with a silver cross over his chest. “What makes you think that we want something from you?” He responded.

“If you didn’t, you would have had me killed on this very spot here.” Templest grinned. He tried lifting his arms up but his tiredness showed and he started to feel a strange burning sensation through his hands. “Seems like you still retain your wits. Very well then, you are to be tamed and taken into the Hellsing mansion where you will be their servant.” Templest looked the man, “always arrogant and pompous. You humans think you’re the kings of the world” he chuckled “merely parasites of the world, very well then parasite. Do what you will, there is nothing left for me.”

“Then perhaps it would interest you that Count Dracula has been taken into the Hellsing mansion.” Templest tried not to show his anger and surprise. He gritted his teeth and then suddenly smiled and laughed. “Fools, I won’t be serving under you humans. I will still be serving under the King of No Life Kings. Only he can command me to do what his will desires. I will only answer to him and only him.” The man looked at him with contempt and gestured for the soldiers to drag back to the dungeons of the Hellsing Mansion. Templest thought to himself, ‘So this is what we have become, mere soldiers for the humans to order about. There is nothing left for us to love or desire. I am sorry, my lady Seras Harbringer.”

Epilogue

For years the world calmed down from the unknown war however there was still bad blood between the Protestant and the Catholics. There had been skirmishes between the two sides but for a hundreds years neither would give in. The Anderson family line grew and blossomed into a large clan but all the men worked for the Iscariot for years to come. Alucard had been shocked to see his most trusted general dragged in and going through the same process as he was. But Templest had never answered to his human masters, only to Dracula, the eternal father of vampires. His defiance against the Hellsing clan had brought about his downfall. Alucard mourned for his closest ally but there was nothing he could. He grew to respect the Hellsing leader and declared that no one but the leader of Hellsing could order him. Over time, he was used to counter pagans, black magic users and even in the Second World War where the Nazis had been close to creating their own vampires. But a small force consisting of merely Alucard and a one other young boy, Walter had destroyed the premises. Or so they thought, but evil had always been alive.

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rksamurai

I enjoyed reading this. I thought that the scene in chapter 3 was sad. I did want to point out though: (I dont know if it's like this in the manga) But I dont think paladins marry. If they are much like priests then they wouldnt. Currently I am on chapter four and I intend to read the rest. You writing skills in this are wonderful! Keep up the work! (Ps. Hee hee. looks like the Catholics are the bad guys here. >.< Of course in Europe they always are espacially in history.)

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